Kyoko pulled herself out of bed and changed into a white t-shirt, a black jacket, a black skirt and black boots. She then went to quickly fix her hair, and went down for breakfast. She was always an early riser, much moreso than most of the others. The only other one down there was the ultimate soldier, Mukuro Ikusaba.

"Morning." The Solider said with a slight wave.

"Good morning." The detective nodded in response. "I assume we're the only ones awake?"

"Brilliant work detective." Mukuro replied, giving her eyes a slight roll. "Get up to anything interesting yesterday?"

Kyoko nodded her head. "Yes, but it's confidential at the moment." Mukuro nodded.

"I see. A case then. Good luck." The soldier returned to her meal, not really one to maintain a conversation. Honestly, Mukuro couldn't be more different from her chatterbox of a twin sister. Kyoko picked at her food, her mind still swimming somewhat. She needed a plan, things always went better when she had a plan. She mentally began preparing what questions she was going to ask.

Eventually, she dug into her breakfast, which had gotten cold, much to her disliking, and thought about what she would ask. First, she would ask why he was with the Dursleys.

Then she would question his interests and hobbies.

Finally, she'd see if she could get him to talk about his treatment. She was satisfied with her plan and her mind felt somewhat at ease. She decided to sit out on a balcony and enjoy the sunrise. Sitting in the cool morning air, she watched as the sun gently rose over the city. Breathing in the cool morning air, she couldn't help but smile slightly. When the sun rose completely, the young woman rose to her feet and made her way inside.

Celeste was awake now, currently in the process of getting her hair done. The goth always made a point to look extravagant when she went out.

"Ah, good morning detective." Celeste greeted. "I hope you slept well,"

"It could've been better." Kyoko sighed. "But I think today may be better."

"We can hope." The gambler nodded. "So, are we still going to meet little Harry today?"

Kyoko nodded her head. "Yes. Very soon. Be ready for it, we leave within the hour." Celeste smirked slightly.

"I suppose I'll have to reschedule my morning tea then, won't I?" Kyoko rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"You and your tea..." Celeste shrugged as she poured herself a drink. Kyoko may not have always understood how the gambler thought, but when she needed it, Celeste was a good friend. She just hoped Harry would be fine around her. Then she remembered the other person she had told about the incident... Naegi. Surely Naegi would be happy to know about what happened to the boy recently. She wasn't sure if she wanted to ask him to come meet Harry or not, but at the same time, he was probably a safe bet for both helping Harry come out of his shell and keeping introductions on the down low.

She decided that she would go and tell him. He deserved to know. No doubt the information she had shared with him had haunted him the entire night prior...

She approached the room that was occupied by Naegi and Togami and knocked on it. It swung open to reveal the luckster, still in his pajamas.

"Oh...Morning, Kirigiri..." He yawned. "What's up?"

"Good morning, Naegi. I take it you remember the little boy I told you about, right?" Naegi nodded. "Well, you'll be happy to know he came out of his coma."

"That's great." Naegi smirked. "Glad to hear it. Did you find whoever did that to the kid?"

Kyoko nodded.

"Already dealt with." From the tone of her voice, it was clear she didn't want to talk too much about it, so Naegi nodded and decided to move on.

"Awesome, so now what?" He asked.

Kyoko shrugged. "We need some word from the kid before much else can be done. I'm going to try to talk some information out of him."

"Ah...Gotcha." Naegi nodded. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Hmm...Maybe another time." Kyoko replied. "I may take you to see him. You can be very encouraging."

"Heh, well, if you need me, just call." Naegi replied. "I think you'll do fine though, if he can get past your icy exterior, he'll see you're actually pretty nice."

Kyoko huffed, annoyed at the last remark, and her mood wasn't helped by the look Celeste was giving her.

"Thank you, Naegi." She flatly replied.

Naegi looked nervous. "Oh man, I said the wrong thing, didn't I?! I'm sorry, Kirigiri, I didn't mean to offend you, I just thought-" A pillow hit the back of his head.

"Enough of that racket, Naegi. Can't you see how early it is?" Grumbled Byakuya, prompting Makoto to blush and apologize.

"It's all right, Naegi. I know you meant well." Kyoko said reassuringly.

"Right. Sorry." He apologized again.

Kyoko roiled her eyes and turned to leave. Now she was faced with two choices: go see Harry, or talk with her father. They both probably needed to be done, but she wasn't sure what order. Ultimately, she decided to speak to her father first. She had all day to speak with Harry. He wasn't going anywhere. However, there was no telling when her father would have to go and do some work...

"Celeste, before we leave, I need to meet my father privately. Wait near the doors for me, will you?" Celeste frowned slightly, but nodded to show she understood and went downstairs. Kyoko sighed as she found her father reading some papers at a table in a corner. He noticed her as she approached.

"Morning Kiddo." He nodded. "How you feeling?"

"I've certainly been better..." Kyoko sighed.

"I can believe it." Jin nodded noticing the look on his daughters face. "You didn't get much sleep last night, did you?"

"No. As much as I am tired, I just couldn't fall asleep for a long while." She admitted.

"I see...I take it it has something to do with Harry then?" Kyoko nodded and took a seat opposite her father, resting her hands in her lap.

She needed to talk to someone about these feelings of protectiveness and warmth regarding the boy, and her father seemed like the right person...

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't think of how to go about asking for his advice... The words just completely escaped her...

Luckily for her, the man caught onto his daughter's distress. "Kyoko, what's bothering you?" Kyoko looked at him in surprise. "Father's intuition. I just know there's something you're not telling me."

Kyoko sighed and looked Jin in the eyes. "It's about Harry...I can't explain it, but...there's this feeling in my chest every time I think about him...Like...I want to protect him, and I don't wanna leave him..."

Jin smirked slightly and gave a light chuckle at what he was hearing.

"Kyoko... you know what 'Maternal Instincts' are, right?" He asked.

"Yes." Kyoko nodded, still frowning somewhat. She knew what they were and why they happened, but that didn't explain why she was feeling them so strongly.

"Well, I think you're growing attached to Harry for one reason or another, and feelings you were previously unaware of are driving you to want to take care of him."

Kyoko clenched her fists and looked down slightly. "But...But what will I do about it?" She asked, confused and somewhat ill at ease. Her father shrugged.

"That's something you'll have to figure out on your own." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "And I know you can do it. You'r a Kirigiri. Figuring out difficult mysteries is in your blood."

Kyoko gave her father a nod in response. "Yeah...You're right...Thank you, father..." She said with a small bow, prompting the older Kirigiri to chuckle.

"You don't have to be so formal with me, Kyoko. You're my daughter. I want you to feel comfortable talking to me." Kyoko just smiled lightly.

"Right. Thanks dad." She sighed. Making her way back up, she saw several of the students were up now, all eating breakfast. Naegi and Celestia were talking, and both turned when they saw the detective enter.

"Everything alright?" Celestia asked.

"I believe so." The detective nodded.

Celeste nodded her head. "Very good. Will we be leaving soon then?" She spoke in a hush so as not to draw attention. Kyoko nodded her head in response.

"Celeste is going with you?" Makoto asked with a raised brow, prompting Kyoko to shrug.

"She asked." The student looked at the two, as if he wanted to say something, but eventually shrugged and turned back to his food.

"Have fun, I guess..." He remarked. "Try and help the kid, but remember he's a victim of abuse, don't expect everything at once."

Kyoko nodded her head in response. "Yeah, I know..." She turned to Celeste, who was dabbing at the corners of her mouth with a napkin. "Done eating?"

"Indeed I am, dear. Shall we make our leave then?" Kyoko nodded and led the way. The pair walked in silence towards the hospital. Kyoko's mind was racing as she went over the questions she had in her mind. She remembered her training, how to seem friendly and non-threatening, she would need every bit of that when she talked with Harry. Hopefully Celestia wouldn't scare him either.

Upon arrival, Kyoko approached the front desk. "Are you here to see Mr. Potter again?" The receptionist asked, to which Kyoko nodded her head in affirmation. "Well, he's awake, but I should warn you. He's rather nervous at the moment. The few times a nurse has tired to talk with him, he's shown clear sings of trauma. Hopefully you can be of assistance." Kyoko frowned but nodded, walking towards the room with Celestia following.

Kyoko approached the door leading to Harry's room before turning to look at Celeste. "I'm gonna go in alone first so he doesn't feel overwhelmed. I'll let you know when you can come in."

"Very good." Celestia replied, nodding her head in affirmation. Kyoko entered the room and stepped in. The sound of her footsteps got Harry's attention.

"H...Hello?" He whimpered.

"Hi there Harry, do you remember me?" Kyoko asked as she entered the room.

"Y..you're real..." Harry whispered, his eyes widening in amazement.

"Yes, I am." Kyoko smiled. The detective took a seat by the boy's bedside and grabbed his hand again, squeezing gently. She felt the boy's own tiny hand squeezing back, which caused a small smile to appear on her face.

"How are you feeling today? Are your injuries feeling any better?" She asked. Harry shook his head from side to side with a frown and pointed to his bad arm.

"It still hurts a lot..." He admitted. "I um...I got some funny little pill thingies that made it go away a little bit, but...the pain's still there..."

"Ah, I see. Painkillers." Kyoko said with a nod. "Well I'm glad to hear that the pain's not as bad...But I do need you to answer a couple questions for me, okay?"

"Um. Okay." Harry nodded, his voice still quivering.

"Well, first of all, how old are you?" Kyoko asked, pulling a chair up and sitting down next to the bed.

"I'm five Miss Koyoko." Harry replied timidly, Kyoko didn't have the heart to correct him on the pronunciation right now.

"Five? Well, you're getting to be a big kid, aren't you?" She replied, writing down his age, and noting how he looked like he was two.

Harry looked visibly pleased to hear her say that, which was a very good sign that she was doing something right. "Okay, Harry...How long have you been with your aunt and uncle?"

Harry looked visibly upset at her words. "Um...Since I was a baby...My mommy and daddy died in a car crash and that's why I was staying with them..."

"I'm very sorry to hear that, Harry. I'm sure your parents are very proud of you though. Okay, my next question... Do you have any hobbies or interests?"

Harry perked up slightly with a small smile. "I like to cook! And I also like working in the garden...All the flowers are pretty, even if the weeds hurt my hands..."

"Aww..." Kyoko cooed at the small boy. "I'm sure you'll be a wonderful chef when you get older, but... did anyone watch you when you were cooking?"

"No... I got burned a lot, and I was told my cooking was terrible." Harry mumbled, seceding saddened once again. Kyoko gently took one of his hands in hers and rubbed it.

"Well, I think your food would be delicious. What did you enjoy making?"

"Whatever my aunt or uncle told me to make." Harry replied innocently.

Kyoko frowned at that, but nodded her head. "I see. Well, at the very least you got to make a variety of dishes..." She said, trying to look at it from a positive angle.

"I guess so... But I wish I got to try some of the food I made...They kept saying it was terrible, but I never got to try it myself, so I never knew what to fix..."

Kyoko clenched a fist tightly. Honestly, how could anyone look at this cute little face and willingly beat and torture it? It didn't make sense...

"Well...I'm sure you'll get to try your own cooking someday soon." She assured him. "But...this next question will be difficult... Harry...Can you tell me what exactly they did to you?"

Harry's eyes widened in fear and his heart rate monitor began to beep a bit faster. Kyoko knew in an instant this wasn't going to be easy. She soothingly rubbed his hand with hers to try and calm him.

"Hey, hey, Harry it's okay, they're not going to hurt you ever again." She said in a calm and quiet tone.

"P...please don't send me back with them..." He whimpered, tears beginning to form in his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me... they hated me... an..and they hit me a lot..."

Kyoko felt her heart shatter upon that. Yes, this wasn't her first abuse case, but to such a tiny boy... God it hurt to see him in this condition.

She took a kneeling position by his bedside and grabbed his shoulders gently in order to calm him down. "Harry...You're never going back to those people. That is a promise."

"I...I'm scared...I don't know what's gonna happen to me..." Harry whimpered out softly. Kyoko pressed her forehead against his gently.

"I can't exactly tell you for sure what will happen either...But whatever it is, I promise you that it will be better." She assured the boy gently. Harry sighed, then began to talk.

"Sometimes they hit me... with a bat. And it really hurt... Sometimes they'd pour really hot water on me, and sometimes it was cold... and then they'd leave me outside when it was cold. things got really dark some nights, and then they yelled at me when I woke up because I hadn't done something right." Kyoko listened to him with a blank expression on her face. When he finished, she had no idea how to respond to the horrors she just heard.

She looked Harry dead in the eyes and struggled to find the proper words to express how she currently felt. Finally, she uttered "I'm sorry..."

"But I'm..." Harry began until Kyoko cut him off.

"Harry, we've been over this." She said kindly but sternly. "You're not a freak, so please, don't say you deserved this."

"I'm confused...What's the right thing to think?" Harry asked, lowering his head.

"You need to try to think positive." Kyoko replied, patting his head.

"Oh. How do I do that?" Harry asked.

"Well, I think you're a polite, well-mannered boy for one." Kyoko began. "Admittedly, your voice is very cute as well.

Harry blushed softly at that and looked down. "My voice...?" He asked shyly, his little voice audibly cracking. Kyoko smiled and nodded her head.

"That's right, Harry... Your voice is very precious." She assured. "And you have a very good heart, that I can tell." To emphasize this point, she gave his chest a light poke. Harry's blush deepened at the remark, Kyoko mentally noted that he probably had never been given any form of praise or reassurance, so this was a good way to try and warm him up to her.

"Um... Miss Keyoko? Why do you know so much about me?" Harry finally asked, tilting his head slightly.

Kyoko reached over and patted his head. "I only know the very basics, little guy, and that's because I was a detective, investigating your coma."

"Detective...? You mean you're one of those people that solves clues and stops bad guys?" Harry asked with a tilted head, to which Kyoko smirked and nodded.

"The exact same." She replied.

"Oh, that's cool. Harry whispered quietly, making Kyoko smile.

"Well, I'm glad to see you're still okay. How badly are you hurting?"

Harry looked down at his arm. "Um... My arm still hurts...and my back too... And um...the doctor person said I had some infections...I don't know what that is, but I think it's that burning feeling..."

Kyoko sighed softly. "Sorry to hear you're still in pain, kid..." She squeezed his hand again. "But hey...That's what hospitals are for. To make you better."

Harry looked up at the ceiling, as if in thought. "I'm kinda used to feeling hurt though... It's gonna feel a bit weird when the owies stop hurting..." Kyoko adopted a blank expression for a few moments. She hated hearing that, knowing that to Harry, pain was considered to be the norm. She couldn't show it though, she didn't want to upset him.

"Well, you're recovering, that's all that matters." Kyoko said matter-of-factly. Harry nodded his head slowly. "Did the doctors tell you how long they thought you'd be in here?" Kyoko asked gently. Harry shook his head.

"All they told me is that I have to stay until my owies don't hurt anymore..." He replied softly. "But it's okay. The hospital is a lot nicer than home was."

"I'm glad to hear that." Kyoko smiled. "Harry, would you like to meet a friend of mine? She's very nice and would like to meet you."

"R...really?" Harry asked, surprised. "She wants to meet... Me?"

Kyoko nodded her head. "Yes, she read the newspaper and found out what happened to you. She feels terrible, and she really wants to know if you're okay."

"But...But why...? I don't understand...Why would she care what happened to me...? She's never met me... It doesn't make a lot of sense..."

"Well, despite what your uncle told you, people do care about you." Kyoko explained. "People can be concerned about your well being without needing a reason."

"Oh. Um, is she nice?" Harry asked, seeming to get the point.

"Very nice." Kyoko confirmed. Okay, that wasn't entirely honest on her part. Celeste had her moments, but generally, she enjoyed stirring up trouble.

"Okay...Um...I can see her then...I won't say no...Um...Bring her in..." Kyoko smiled and patted his head before moving to the doorway and leaning out.

"Come on in now." She said to the gambler. Harry heard heels clicking outside the room, and he held his blankets up to his chin timidly as Celeste walked in.

"Hello young one." Celeste smiled. "My name is Celeste."

""H...hi Mi...miss Celeste..." Harry practically whispered.

While the gambler may have planed on being kind to the injured boy (she wasn't a monster) any traces of acting seemed to disappear when she heard his voice. Her eyes widened and a huge grin appeared on her face.

"Oh aren't you just a little darling?!" She exclaimed. Harry looked down once more, finding his blankets very interesting all of a sudden. This was the second time in less than an hour someone complimented him...

Kyoko smirked at the boy, then turned to Celestia. "He's shy." She said simply, which prompted the gothic gambler to let out a light giggle.

"So I noticed." She stepped up to the boy's bedside and smiled down at him. "I'm very glad to see you've awakened, dear. What happened to you was an atrocity." Harry didn't reply, trying to seem as small as possible. Celeste smiled sadly at the sight. "It's alright dear, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." She said kindly, trying to get Harry to come out from his hiding spot.

Harry forced himself to look up at the other woman and waved shyly. "Hi miss um... Celeste..." He mumbled again, trying to build up the courage to talk. Kyoko moved to the boy's side and took his hand, squeezing in an encouraging manner that caused him to relax very slightly. Miss Kyoko's presence was...soothing to him.

"My, Kyoko failed to mention just how adorable you are." Celeste smiled. She was partially acting, but she also felt her heart melt at his tiny voice and sparkling eyes. Harry said nothing, not even sure what to say. However, the tinge of red in his cheeks was enough for the two girls to confirm that he'd heard them loud and clear. "I'm happy to see you're on your way to being out and about little one." Celeste smiled.

"So am I." Kyoko nodded in agreement.

"Um. Thank you Miss Celeste."

"Such a well-mannered little man." The gambler continued, rubbing Harry's cheek kindly, making Harry blush even more. He was nervous about the new woman's touch, but she wasn't being mean, she was actually very nice. Kyoko smiled at the interaction between the two, Harry was such a sweet boy. He didn't deserve what happened to him.

She watched the two interact for about twenty minutes before a loud noise sounded out through the room. Celeste blinked and cleared her throat. "That is my phone...One moment please..." The gothic gambler pulled out her phone. "Yes? Oh my, is it that time so soon? Well, all right, I'll be there in just a moment." She hung up. "I apologize for leaving on such short notice, but I must leave to collect my erm...winnings."

"Winnings?" Harry asked. "Did you win something?" To this, Celestia smirked and patted his head gently, remembering Kyoko's warning not to bring up gambling.

"Indeed I did, young Harry, and the time has come for me to go and collect it. Do feel better, darling. It was wonderful getting to know you."

Harry looked to Kyoko confused, as if asking for an answer, the detective gave a small sigh and took Harry's hand again.

"You'll understand when you're older dear." She explained.

"Okay." Harry nodded, not one to argue with an adult.

"So, you told me you liked to cook last time we talked, what else do you enjoy?" The detective decided to try and steer the conversation to something more... calming.

"Oh uh... when I got to stay with Miss Figg she had kitties, they were really nice." Harry replied, thinking.

Kyoko perked up slightly, and a small smile formed on her face. "Oh, do you now? I happen to like cats quite a lot myself." She replied.

"Really?" Harry asked eagerly, a bright happy twinkle appearing in his eyes that made him look oh so very precious to the detective seated by his bedside.

"Yes. In fact, I happen to have my own little black cat back home. His name is Dusk." She said fondly as she thought about her pet patiently waiting back in her dorm room.

"Wow... Black kitties are really cool..." Harry said with a wide smile. "They're pretty too... Um...Is Dusk soft?" He asked curiously. Kyoko looked thoughtful.

"His fur isn't exactly soft...But it's still very pleasant to the touch." She explained.

"I wish I could meet him..." Harry said longingly.

"I'm sure you two would get along great." Kyoko said with a faint smile on her face. Suddenly, something went through her mind: what was going to happen to Harry once she left for Japan again? Kyoko felt her spine shiver slightly, however, she didn't show it. It dawned on her, she was going to have to leave Harry here, and she'd never see him again... She donned a thoughtful expression. No way was she letting that happen... She had to find some way to stay in contact with the boy... But how?

She figured she'd figure it out later. For now, she decided to make the most of her time here, and make absolutely certain that everything turned out okay for Harry.

Little did she know, she would not be separated from Harry at all. Not for a long, long time...